Post-race party

Apparently, competing in a triathlon was not enough to keep me fully busy on Saturday, because we also went to Hallowbash that night. The race had a great food buffet/awards ceremony but we packed up my stuff and left pretty much as soon as I crossed the finish line rather than sticking around. We did so in order to make it home in time to have a nap before our night out. In hindsight, I'm not sure that it was worth it, because (a) I didn't sleep all that much anyway and (b) today I found out that I won the biggest door prize of the day - a pair of Zoot racing shoes. The catch being, of course, that I had to have been there to claim the prize. I am kind of kicking myself now for racing a great race and getting across the finish line before the awards and prizes began. Damn!!!!
But it was Hallowbash, which has become something of a tradition for us, so the early trek home seemed like a good idea at the time. This year Chad and I went in different directions. Megan's idea was to go as the cast of Glee and for some reason the boys didn't like that idea. I can't imagine why. So they went as the cast of The Hangover instead. None of these costumes make any sense if you haven't seen the show/movie, but enough people 'got' it to make it feel like a worthwhile idea.
We didn't win any prizes for costumes though... shafted again!
I think that pretty much everything we are wearing came from the thrift store, which makes us pretty resourceful costume-makers, if you ask me. My cheerleader's skirt did not arrive in time so a night-before trip to Value Village oh-so-very-luckily resulted in me finding a red skirt that would make do. My real cheerleading uniform should be here any day now though. Not sure what I am going to do with it... I wasn't a cheerleader in high school, and I sure as heck am not about to start now.

Liam is now chomping at the bit for me to get started on his Halloween costume. I think he thinks that the big day is a lot closer than it actually is. And really, it isn't his fault that this party is six weeks early... I can't blame him for thinking so.

By the end of the night and after making it through two of the band's sets on the dance floors, I was pretty damn sore and tired. I am hoping that Lakeside and Hallowbash pick different weekends next year. I'd like to pace myself a little bit.